(Colton Cypraes)
His soft, plump lips brushed against mine, igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine. I don't know what came over me to act in that moment, but I refused to let doubt ruin this moment. How many people dream of sharing a kiss under a full moon, surrounded by fireflies twinkling like stars in the night? Fuck it, I don't care what comes after.
I don't think I've ever experienced anything like this before. As I pull him closer, my lips touch his lips, and I playfully bite his lower lip to encourage him to open his mouth for my eager tongue. A warm feeling envelops me as I start to melt into him, and something strong ignites between us. His tongue responds, trying to take control, but I won't let him win. This moment is mine, and I want to enjoy every bit of what he offers. The taste of him is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me. I find myself lost in the rhythm of our kiss, wanting more.
I run my hands through his soft, curly hair, my fingers grasping the strands gently, fearing this precious moment might slip away from me. The warmth of his presence fills me with both exhilaration and a sense of nervousness. I can't shake the feeling that I might wake up from this dream at any moment. That thought alone pushes me to explore every inch of his mouth, savoring the sweetness and heat, wanting to remember this feeling forever.
I think I'm losing my breath, but I don't care. The song stops, and a shrieking ringtone calls out. I'm reluctant to let go of him, I know the minute I do, I'll regret it. I reluctantly stop kissing him and rest my head on his, staring at his eyes. His lips are swollen, but damn, that sight makes me feel all warm inside knowing I did that to him. He is all putty in my hands. Winning the lottery can't compare to this feeling.
"Colt?"
His voice comes out a little quiet. If I weren't so close to him that our noses were touching each other, I wouldn't have heard it.
Fuck, the way he always shortens my name and calls me, always makes me feel all jelly on the inside. This isn't that butterfly shit but something else, something indescribable.
"Yes, my little kitten?"
"I'm scared. What does this mean?"
I can hear the fear evident in his voice. My ringing phone persists even more. Whoever is calling is being a real pain. caressing his face, gently placed a reassuring kiss on his forehead.
"I don't know, little Kitten? But what I do know is that I don't want this moment to end."
That makes him bury himself into my chest. I pull him even closer, I don't know if he can hear my heart thumping hard for him. Shit, I'm scared too of what this means going forward.
"You should take that call. It might be important, Mr. Colton."
He replies sarcastically, still buried in my chest. The vibration of his voice sends shivers up my spine.
"Yeah, I should, but you feel so good against me, and it's cold out here, kitten."
Looking at my phone, I find that I have not only missed calls from my dad but some from my mom too, and that's not all. There are text messages from them. But one sticks out the most, its from my mother and the contexts are all about my sister, Quincy.
One word sticks out from all of the messages, hospitalized. My sister is hospitalized. I look at Orion and notice the worry edged on his face.
"We need to go back to the city." That's all I tell him. He doesn't ask any more questions as I drag him with me. I'm afraid of losing him.
I open our little condo and start packing. I pace all around the room trying to find all my little belongings I scattered all over the room. I finish packing and try picking up my suitcase, only to have everything fall on the ground. I don't notice when Orion gets into my room or when he hugs me from behind. The only thing I do is turn around and hold onto him tightly, afraid that I might sink into emptiness.
Fuck, when did this day start going wrong after being so great for once in my life?
I held onto Orion as if my life depended on it. Resting my head on his, he caresses my face with his little warm hands.
"Hey, I'm here, you can talk to me, Colt."
I don't know if it's him or the way he calls my name or stares at me, but either way, for once, I don't have to be the one who holds it in alone. But I cave in.
"My sister, she's been hospitalized."
I finally let it out, all the suffocating pressure in my chest, all of it gone. My sister has been the only one who has noticed little changes about me, which I hid very well from my parents. She's my go-to person when I have a problem, and I wasn't there for her. I feel like I failed her.
"Colt, breathe in for me, please. You've been holding it in, please?"
I let out a shaky breath that came out more like a little sob. I can't break down now. Not in front of him. I have to be strong, I can't let him see me like this, breaking down in front of me.
"You can't see me like this little kitten. You must think that I'm weak right now."
"Sometimes you are stupid, you know that, right?"
Why does that comment make me laugh when I'm not supposed to? That's when I notice it, he's been standing on his toes to be able to reach for my face. I look at him this time seeing the most warm and beautiful tthing infron of me for the first time since laying my eyes on him.
"You should call your parents, I'm sure they are worried about you. You didn't answer their phone calls or text messages, they might be worried about you, too."
While I'm calling my parents, asking them about my sister, Quincy, my little kitten picks up my clothes and arranges them in the suitcase.
"She's not in any critical danger."
Those words barely leave my mouth when a tear streams down my cheeks. I'm planning on leaving here tomorrow, first thing in the morning, with Orion to go to the City. I don't even need to ask him as I spot his packed luggage already set in the sitting room.
"Can you stay here with me tonight?"
As I hesitated to gather my thoughts, my words came out awkwardly. Just as I finished speaking, I noticed him nodding in understanding. It felt like he was already expecting what I would say. I don't think I could've managed tonight being alone, though.